Take The Pill, Believe The Lie. Poem by Tyler Allred

A pentocostal priest pushes down the penetrator line
looking for a kaleidoscope conversion of the contortionist mind.
Find some morals place them perfectly in your puzzle piece life,
prescription pills a picket fence and a pretty pretty wife.
The pine trees in the distance make a nice scenery,
I walk the halls and all I see are a hundreds of altered reflections of me.
I got bored with life so I played everything in rewind,
but to my surprise all of the subtitles looked just fine.
Like I spent all of my life talking with some code inside,
Like all my sentences were not meant to be read from left to right.